RP: Time for a Drink
Date: 11 November 2004
Character(s): Wayne, Anyone feeling chatty
Location: Five Alarm
Status: Public
Summary: Wayne runs errands and then gets a drink (or three)
Completion: Complete
Saturdays were a busy day for Wayne. If he wasn't working at the hotel, then he was usually working with pick-ups, deliveries, family appearances, and enough other chores that he'd often find himself wishing he was just hanging around the hotel wearing a suit. Sometimes, being forced to wear a suit was worth it.
On this particular Saturday, he'd been up early for a run, a great way to start the day in his opinion, and he'd been on the move since. There'd been a trip into London where he'd stopped at a discount store to buy several packages of socks to pass out for those who needed a good meal prior to buying the food items on the lists that had been given to him.
No one really knew (or, if they did, they remained quiet) that Dobby gathered most of the socks traded for food and gave them to Wayne to redistribute through the shelter and various other informal ways. Wayne usually bought a few packages of new socks to add to the previously traded to keep people from suspecting the full extent of Dobby and the House Elves generosity. Dobby wanted it to be secret, so Wayne kept it. Simple as that.
After he'd bought the socks and a couple of new pairs of boxers for himself, he'd met Andrew for an early lunch and listened to various bits of information (as Drew was a Ravenclaw and didn't gossip) about the war and Britain. There had been a stop to see his mum, where he'd earned a (hard!) slap on the back of the head for teasing her about her hair, which had honestly looked like some imitation of Medusa so, really, he didn't see why his observation had resulted in punishment but he figured he probably deserved it for one thing or another.
He'd left as soon as she started in about Patrick's new 'serious' girlfriend and giving him that Pointed Look that indicated he'd better run before she attempted to set him up with someone he'd find boring as Hell. His mum, much as he loved her, did not find the same sorts of people attractive that he did. That was obvious based on her marrying his father, who was quiet and scary and didn't really seem to know how to smile. Smiling was definitely a requirement for Wayne's ideal significant other.
There had been a stop at Daniel's, where Wayne had shamelessly flirted (despite being pants at that) with Stefan and earned a promise for assistance to those settling into Stoatshead Hill who needed materials for their taken-over homes at a discount. Since Stefan had arrangements with many companies throughout London for his design business, Wayne thought that would be a great help. A lot of people didn't have money, but getting things at cost might be more feasible if loans and stuff ever got figured out.
Once all the family visits were out of the way, he'd gone to get the supplies from the lists that he'd gotten from Teresa, Dobby, and Rosmerta. It was quite a lot this time, which just showed how much Stoatshead Hill was building up just in the week since old Voldemort finally got himself killed. Wayne was glad to see people settling in and trying to move on, even if he wasn't so clueless to not realize it was going to be a struggle to rebuild. His smile might be present most the time, but he knew enough to realize it wouldn't be easy.
With all his supplies and errands run, he was ready for a drink. He saved the Five Alarm for last, dropping things off with Teresa at Roma and then visiting Dobby, where he got a huge bag of socks which he shrunk and put in the pocket of his coat. By the time he entered the Five Alarm, he was practically bouncing and ready for a bit of liquid refreshment. He took the supplies into the back and then found a table in the middle of the pub, which was a great spot for people watching.
Character(s): Wayne, Anyone feeling chatty
Location: Five Alarm
Status: Public
Summary: Wayne runs errands and then gets a drink (or three)
Completion: Complete
Saturdays were a busy day for Wayne. If he wasn't working at the hotel, then he was usually working with pick-ups, deliveries, family appearances, and enough other chores that he'd often find himself wishing he was just hanging around the hotel wearing a suit. Sometimes, being forced to wear a suit was worth it.
On this particular Saturday, he'd been up early for a run, a great way to start the day in his opinion, and he'd been on the move since. There'd been a trip into London where he'd stopped at a discount store to buy several packages of socks to pass out for those who needed a good meal prior to buying the food items on the lists that had been given to him.
No one really knew (or, if they did, they remained quiet) that Dobby gathered most of the socks traded for food and gave them to Wayne to redistribute through the shelter and various other informal ways. Wayne usually bought a few packages of new socks to add to the previously traded to keep people from suspecting the full extent of Dobby and the House Elves generosity. Dobby wanted it to be secret, so Wayne kept it. Simple as that.
After he'd bought the socks and a couple of new pairs of boxers for himself, he'd met Andrew for an early lunch and listened to various bits of information (as Drew was a Ravenclaw and didn't gossip) about the war and Britain. There had been a stop to see his mum, where he'd earned a (hard!) slap on the back of the head for teasing her about her hair, which had honestly looked like some imitation of Medusa so, really, he didn't see why his observation had resulted in punishment but he figured he probably deserved it for one thing or another.
He'd left as soon as she started in about Patrick's new 'serious' girlfriend and giving him that Pointed Look that indicated he'd better run before she attempted to set him up with someone he'd find boring as Hell. His mum, much as he loved her, did not find the same sorts of people attractive that he did. That was obvious based on her marrying his father, who was quiet and scary and didn't really seem to know how to smile. Smiling was definitely a requirement for Wayne's ideal significant other.
There had been a stop at Daniel's, where Wayne had shamelessly flirted (despite being pants at that) with Stefan and earned a promise for assistance to those settling into Stoatshead Hill who needed materials for their taken-over homes at a discount. Since Stefan had arrangements with many companies throughout London for his design business, Wayne thought that would be a great help. A lot of people didn't have money, but getting things at cost might be more feasible if loans and stuff ever got figured out.
Once all the family visits were out of the way, he'd gone to get the supplies from the lists that he'd gotten from Teresa, Dobby, and Rosmerta. It was quite a lot this time, which just showed how much Stoatshead Hill was building up just in the week since old Voldemort finally got himself killed. Wayne was glad to see people settling in and trying to move on, even if he wasn't so clueless to not realize it was going to be a struggle to rebuild. His smile might be present most the time, but he knew enough to realize it wouldn't be easy.
With all his supplies and errands run, he was ready for a drink. He saved the Five Alarm for last, dropping things off with Teresa at Roma and then visiting Dobby, where he got a huge bag of socks which he shrunk and put in the pocket of his coat. By the time he entered the Five Alarm, he was practically bouncing and ready for a bit of liquid refreshment. He took the supplies into the back and then found a table in the middle of the pub, which was a great spot for people watching.